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There is no final wisdom

There is no absolute

We accost the night's hymn

Draped in shadows of lament

As crepuscular forms in secret light

Wrapped in the gallows of a vast and infinite sorrow

To vanish like a dream

Awaiting the dawning sky

In secret light

The end lies in all my beginnings

The grounds have all grown hollow

There is no air to breathe

No will to exist